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Deedee could tolerate most things. She wasn’t very short tempered, at least, she didn’t believe so. She could usually contain any... violent urges. (Usually, mind you. Her father had always called her Firestarter for a reason.) She had enough self control to know when to pick her battles. Not to mention, she really hated detention.

She would let most things slide. She would roll her eyes when people poked fun of her or tried to pick fights. She usually looked at the world with a good sense of humour and a shrug. 

But if there was one thing she couldn’t tolerate, it was watching someone make another person cry.

So maybe she shouldn’t have punched him in the face. So maybe she could have called a teacher or tried to ‘use her words’ as her father had always attempted to make her do. She could have, but she didn’t. 

Chest heaving and knuckles bruised and bloody, Deedee watched the boy pick himself up off the floor with a curse and a hand over his nose. He sputtered something about her regretting that, which she didn’t, and ran off with his buddies. Deedee released a huge puff of air out her nose--if she could breathe smoke, she would have.

She didn’t take her eyes off the bullies until they were out of sight. As soon as they had disappeared from view, she turned to their victim. Deedee wasn’t sure she knew them, as they had their face covered with their arms. She knelt down in front of the crouched student and smiled softly. 

“Don’t worry about them,” she said as cheerfully as she could without being insensitive. “I’ll make sure they won’t bother you again.”

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gryffeunji:

“It isn’t. Just because she’s your friend doesn’t mean you get to be in here all the time - and especially not if she’s not here.”

She scooted back, away from the hand taking a swipe at her phone. What on earth was this girl’s problem? Had she no sense of privacy? No respect for personal space? It was a trait Eunji had a very firm dislike for, and her scowl deepened.

“Get out.”

Deedee sat back on her heels and pouted, letting her arm drop when the girl responded very negatively to it. She knew she was a bit of a nag and definitely had a strong personality which was hard to deal with sometimes, but Eunji had never seemed to like her at all.

This was something Deedee planned to change.

“Sorry,” she said, crossing her arms and tucking her hands into her armpits so she wouldn’t be tempted to grab. “I don’t really know what personal space is, I guess. I thought we were friends, so I figured it would be okay. My mistake, won’t happen again.”

She smiled softly, trying to seem less obnoxious. She just hoped Eunji wouldn’t try and kick her out again.

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The professor’s eyes narrowed as she defiantly challenged his abilities in handing out detention. No, he hadn’t issued a detention before because there had never been a situation in his class that had required it. That didn’t mean he didn’t have the authority or the means and determination when it came to students that dared to abuse animals.

“You should have thought of that before you collected these rats from their homes for your pathetic excuse for a prank.” His lips curled into a snarl as he spoke. “An alternative solution, should your memory be so fragile as to not remember where you got them, would be to find new suitable homes for them. Outside.”

The teenager piped up and mentioned his cat. The professor seemed to be taken aback and his eyes widened a little. “That is called natural order and the circle of life. Your argument is invalid.” He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Perhaps what I had intended to insinuate was that it would not be a one-page article or a one-page paper. I would have you do extensive research. There is much more information on the topic than you think or know.”

He paused as she continued to speak. She huffed and puffed her bangs out of her face. His frown grew, though his eyes softened in their expression. He seemed less mad and more frustrated now.

“Your “fun” may have given them a meal, but you pulled them from their habitat and forced them into a small, confined space.” He pointed a finger at the rat that he had just handed to her. “That one is pregnant and is now at risk for potentially losing her pups because of this rough treatment. Not to mention now she will need to find a new home for them should you not return her where you found her.”

He drew in a slow breath and lifted his chin a little. “Abuse of life, regardless of how small or level of its sentiency, is still a life to be treasured. The mistreatment and disregard of it can and will be punished whether it be by my hand or karma. The decision is yours, Gryffendor.”

Deedee hadn’t really expected to make the professor back down at her argument, but she had anticipated at least a little bit of leeway. This man didn’t budge an inch.

She bit her lip and ducked her head a little as he lectured her. She hadn’t meant to cause them stress, and had honestly been planning on making sure they had a safe home to go to when she caught them again. He just made it sound like such a chore.

“I...” she started, cutting herself off. Her annoyance bubbled inside her, trying to overpower the embarrassment she felt. “If I put them all back where I found them, except of course the one I found with your cat because that would be mean and I hate that nasty thing, then you’ll let me off with just house points lost?”

Honestly, she probably would prefer to give the professor’s cat a bath, despite the fact that she was more scared of cats than anything else, simply because that meant she could hose him down with water--which would be hilarious. However, she would rather put the rats back than write a paper that long. It sounded so boring she was falling asleep just thinking about it.

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slypinky:

“If you point your wand at me, I’ll break it in half,” Pinky says, sounding calm despite the threat. She wasn’t fond of the situation at hand at all. Her missing class, breaking her attendance record, and being stuck with some annoying Gryffindor is enough to pull her hair out.

She taps her foot - something she does when she grows impatient. All the other stairs were moving, but why not this one? Does the world really hate her? She takes her wand from her robe pocket and fiddles with it. Not casting anything, just passing it from hand to hand as she fidgets.

“I might just jump from this staircase to the other if we stay here any longer,” she practically groans. “I’m so bored.”

Deedee laughed softly at Pinky’s threat. She didn’t doubt the girl was serious, but it made her laugh to think she was that untrustworthy. Deedee wouldn’t have actually dropped her.

“You could one hundred percent fall to your death if you try to jump,” she said matter-of-factly. “It’s a hundred foot drop and the other stairs are actually moving, remember? Just practice some spells or something. Don’t you have parchment with you? Work on homework.”

Deedee looked up at the girl behind her and smiles wide. “Relax, it could be worse.”

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slypinky:

At her question, Pinky raised a brow, crossing her arms. She wasn’t sure if the girl was insulting her or was just tactless. Either way, she was offended. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she replies, “No, because nobody is immature to do such a thing.”

“Still,” says the girl with a sigh. “We’re wizards and witches for Merlin’s sake. We can find ways other than moving staircases.” What about the students who were late for class? Or those who sneak out after curfew? They were all screwed - kind of like them now.

“I hate this,” murmurs Pinky under her breath. If she was able to use her phone like she could in the Muggle world, maybe this wouldn’t be so unbearable. But since she was in Hogwarts, the magic would only break her cellular. So now she was stuck with nothing but the other girl to keep her occupied.

This was going to be a long day.

Deedee smirked at how very unhappy the other girl was. Honestly, she didn’t care much that she was missing class. It meant she didn’t have to sit around listening to some boring lecture. Here, though, she had to deal with a very grumpy Slytherin girl. It wasn’t much better.

“I could always try and levitate you to the next landing. I mean, you might die in the process, but it will get you there faster.” 

She was being rather annoying, but it was fun to tease people when they were having a bad day. It was funny to watch smoke slowly start to come out of people’s ears.

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The professor drew in another slow and deep breath through his nose. His dark eyes looked between her cheeky smile and the rat that she released as it ran down the hall behind her. He exhaled slow and long and his eyes seemed to blink even more so; as though he was forcing himself to move like a sloth. She was rambling. And the more he listened to her rambling voice and the unmistakable way in which she talked reminded him of a student he had in his COMC class. His eyes narrowed as he searched his brain to remember what her name was. He recalled the students calling her something that sounded like two letters but for the life of him he couldn’t remember.

Tee-Tee? Chi-Chi?

His frown deepened further. The rats at his feet had already made quick work of his cake and were already sniffing about, looking for more food.

“It perhaps escapes your mind that rats are, in fact, not magical.”

His head tilted slightly to the side as the rat that had been resting in his hood came out and crawled back onto his shoulder again.  

Zee-Zee? Bee-Bee? His index finger tapped impatiently against the side of his robe. Was he really about to go through the entire alphabet to try and remember what this student’s name was?

“That seemingly being the case, perhaps it would do you some good to brush up on your Magical Creatures.”

The professor reached over his shoulder and grabbed the rat that had come out from his hood and handed it to her. He didn’t seem to hold the creature with much care, but the side of his hand was large enough that the rat didn’t seem to mind the rough treatment.

“I will provide you with two options.” He held his hand up from beneath his robe. His expression became severe as he held up his pinky finger.

“One: you will gather up these rats and return them exactly where you found them – and I do mean exactly– and will be deducted ten house points. Or two,” He rose his ring finger, “you will not lose any house points, but you will spend the next month in detention with me writing a very extensive research article for the school newspaper about animal cruelty and mistreatment. The choice is yours.”

Deedee’s eyes widened as her teacher got closer to her. She felt the rat placed in her hand more than she saw it happen. The small creature scampered up her arm and onto her shoulder, tangling itself in her hair.

Deedee’s mouth fell open as she listened to the professor list of the punishments. She was seconds away from throwing a complete fit before she stopped herself and pursed her lips. She clicked her tongue the way her brother did whenever a student pissed him off and put her hands on her hips.

“Have you ever given a detention before?” She asked, tilting her head to the side and giving the professor a disapproving look. “Because you’re not very good at it. Do you know how difficult it would be for me to not only find all these rats again but let them go exactly where I found them? Not to mention, I found one of them in the mouth of your cat. If I were to return it to the place where I found it, then it would be you who had to write the paper on animal cruelty for forcing me to do such a thing, don’t you think?”

She crossed her arms and tried to ignore the way it tickled when the rat snuffled at her ear. “Do you know how long it takes to write an article for the school paper? Because it’s not a month. A few days maybe, if you’re focusing. If I spent an entire month writing a paper I might as well write a book. There is only so much I can teach people about the mistreatment of animals. ‘It’s bad, don’t do it’, is about all I need to say.”

She let out a huff, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. “So, yes, I shouldn’t have been messing around, but I didn’t hurt them. If anything, I gave them a good meal. And I saved a few of them from various traps or animals. So I was doing them a favour. Just because I had a little fun as well doesn’t mean I need to be punished that severely. How about I just give your cat a bath, that seems about horrible enough to satisfy you.”

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Deedee blew her hair out of her eyes and crossed her arms under her chin so she had something to rest her head on. She pouted as hard as she possibly could and huffed. 

“I promise I won’t lose it,” she said, trying to sound convincing. Honestly, she didn’t try to lose textbooks. It just happened.

“I’ll even do my homework right here where you can see me so you can watch me not lose it. Promise!”

She pushed herself up and crossed her legs, sitting at the foot of Eunji’s bed with a wide smile as she tried to win the girl over–doubtful, but worth a try!

Eunji’s nose wrinkled.

“And yet your own book is missing.”

Deedee’s behaviour continued down what she saw as a rather immature route - and what else could she make of pouting and huffing and all-too-wide grins when most children had long since grown out of said actions - and she was none too convinced at all.

She scowled as her personal space was invaded.

“No, no, get off. Why’re you in my room in the first place?”

Deedee puffed up her cheeks as she was shooed away. She crossed her arms and refused to leave the bed simply to be spiteful. 

“This is my room too,” she said with a whine, looking around the dorm she shared with Eunji and the other seventh year Gryffindor girls. “Just because you’re always in here sulking doesn’t mean you own the room.”

She made a grab for the phone in Eunji’s hands. “What are you doing, anyway?”

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slypinky:

“Seeing as your actions almost made me fall, I’d say you are my worst nightmare,” Pinky retorted, leaning her back against the railing. Since they were going to be stuck here, they might as well find ways to entertain themselves. For Pinky, that just meant talking. But seeing how the other girl - Deedee - acted just moments ago, it seems that won’t suffice.

“Zhou Jieqiong. But you can call me Pinky.” Most people forget her name, mainly because it’s hard to pronounce if you don’t know a lick of Mandarin. Pinky was easier and cuter. “7th year Slytherin.”

Now would have been a perfect time for the stairs to move back in place, but it seems that won’t happen for next few hours. And it sucks, seeing as she’s missing class and hungry. Letting out a sigh, the girl crossed her arms. “Why do these stairs have to move? I get that our school is magical but this is just a huge inconvenience.”

Deedee hummed and tilted her head to the side as she listened to the girl introduce herself. She raised an eyebrow at the name and snorted softly.

“This may be a weird question, but has anyone ever called you ‘Picky Pinky”?” She hadn’t really meant it as an insult, though she also didn’t really care if that was how it was taken. She had instantly thought of the little rhyme and it had made her laugh.

“I believe they move because there is only one staircase in this school and there isn’t enough room for all the different stairs. So they have to move so people can get everywhere.” She shrugged and inspected her nails. “Or at least that’s what I think.”

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It had been a long week. Jintae was standing by the window in the staff room that loomed over the courtyard below. A few professors came and went over the course of the afternoon, but many were busy with their own problems and rest themselves before their next class that many either didn’t notice or deliberately paid little attention to the animal-loving professor. It wasn’t often that he spent time in the castle, particularly the staff room, but the kitchen staff had prepared a special treat today: honey cakes.

It didn’t matter what your relationship was with the other professors or the students in the castle. One did not simply miss honey cake day.

The sweet pastry did wonders for the professor’s moral. He had lost his class roster to a foal thestral shortly after returning to Hogwarts from some important business in the Ministry that was being discussed. Not much progress had been made during the meeting, and there hadn’t been much brought up. But not being a member of the council himself, and being a known and registered werewolf had put him in a tight spot in terms of negotiations.

The man hummed to himself as he chewed on the pastry. The door on the opposite end of the room opened and closed with a deliberate softness that did not register with the werewolf as being a familiar form of action from the faculty. He lowered the cake from his face and turned his head just enough to look through his peripheral vision. The werewolf drew in a slow breath and frowned. He drew in another breath through his nose this time deliberately sniffing.

“Rats?”

The smell of rats was something that all manner of professors and students had to get use to when living in such an old castle. They were managed well; his Main Coon cat Dwaeji being proof of that for his size and healthy build. But it was rare to smell such a potent cluster of them in such a small space. The professor pushed the remainder of the honey cake into his mouth, uncaring if it actually fit in his mouth properly at all and quickly but carefully moved from the far window to the center of the staffroom.

A medium-size box sat in the center of the foyer space and a small pack of rats crawled out, sniffing searching, scavaging, running, and trying to find a way to reach the honey cake that was sticking out of his mouth. The professor was not at all phased at the sight of the rodents. He grabbed the few that he could by the scruffs of their necks and tried to return them to the box. A few squealed angrily and a few even tried to bite him.

“I know,” he muffled with the deep set frown that formed around the cake in his mouth. “Let’s take you back.”

He held the box awkwardly with one hand, and one of the larger rats with his free hand. He shuffled carefully to the door and wiggled his foot between the partially opened space until finally he could stick his whole foot through. He pushed and then braced his knee into the slightly wider space, and then with a third attempt he was able to kick the door just wide enough to squirm through. A few of the rats were unhappy with the jostling and rough treatment. Two of them used their sharp claws to climb up his arm and into the hood of his robe, while another scurried back and forth between his shoulders. He might of laughed at the tickling sensation were it not for the fact that this box of rats had been abandoned and were clearly in a state of distress was no laughing matter.

The professor swung his head from left to right trying to find any sign of the person who may have dropped them off. A couple of first years snickered at the sight of the professor, his hair unruly and pushed back with a tight band, making him look like an erupting volcano, and with rats freely crawling on him trying to reach for the cake in his mouth. His nose guided him to the left and he eventually spotted a girl holding a rat in her hand.

“Wait!” He barked through the cake… that dropped out of his mouth.

”What?” The student asked with feigned innocence.

The rats scurried off of the professor and out of the box and immediately began fighting over the pastry he had lost. He stared at the fray with a sudden sense of hollow loss and regret. He closed his eyes, drew in a slow breath and exhaled. He relaxed his mind and reminded himself that there were more honey cakes in the staff room. He exhaled, eyes snapped open, and he extended the box that now only had one small very confused rat inside.

“I believe you forgot your pets.”

Deedee watched what she would have deemed as ‘a very amusing scene’ transpired in front of her. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying her very best not to burst out laughing as she gently let go of the wiggly rat and let it scamper down her pant leg.

“Oh, you mean those?” she asked, scratching her head and then crossing her arms in front of her chest in a show of ‘I have no rats, see?’. “Those aren’t mine. They’re yours, aren’t they? I mean, you are the care of magical creatures professor, right?”

Deedee cocked her head to the side and blinked her eyes at him. She got out a lot of sticky situations by acting like a complete idiot. Not that most of her professors believed the act, but she was usually cute (and tiring) enough that they let her off the hook.

She had never really interacted with this professor much, but he seemed... okay. A little weird, maybe, but no weirder than half the other people who lived here. Most people avoided him. He was a known werewolf, after all. But since Deedee literally lived with werewolves all around her every day, it wasn’t exactly something she was that scared of. She wasn’t sure why people were so worried. It wasn’t like he was running around the school on a full moon tearing people limb from limb.

Although, if this didn’t go according to plan and Professor Kim was more of a hardass than she was used to, she might prefer to get torn limb from limb. Boy did she hate detention. 

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Eunji was indeed trying very hard to ignore Deedee.

She’d thought it had worked for a while too - her eyes had remained steadfastly on her phone (she was forever grateful for the advances in magic that let her use it at school) as she tapped rather resolutely on the bird that had lost its will to stay afloat and clearly needed her guidance. It seemed that her pretence had officially worn off.

Shame. She didn’t really want to answer someone who’d just kicked out her feet like a petulant toddler. With a sigh, Eunji looked up from her game to give Deedee a look that would let her know exactly what she thought of her question.

“I’m very sure I didn’t take your charms textbook.” Her voice was dry. “I have a quite nice book of my own, and in an astonishing twist of fate it has my name on it.” She frowned, nose wrinkling.

Her book had some of her own notes in it, referencing often to her family’s research. Did she really want others using it?

“Why should I trust you with my book when you can’t even handle your own?”

Deedee blew her hair out of her eyes and crossed her arms under her chin so she had something to rest her head on. She pouted as hard as she possibly could and huffed. 

“I promise I won’t lose it,” she said, trying to sound convincing. Honestly, she didn’t try to lose textbooks. It just happened.

“I’ll even do my homework right here where you can see me so you can watch me not lose it. Promise!”

She pushed herself up and crossed her legs, sitting at the foot of Eunji’s bed with a wide smile as she tried to win the girl over--doubtful, but worth a try!

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Deedee liked to play pranks. She especially liked to play pranks on the teachers. Her brother was usually a good target, as he didn’t do much in the way of punishment. She had wanted to play a prank on the headmaster forever, but had never had the guts to do it. Sometimes, though, she would just do... things to the staff room. 

For example, today, she had decided she would let loose a box of live rats into the staff room just to see how the teachers would react. She was sure several of them would be unaffected, however, it was fun anyways.

She almost jumped right out of her skin when she heard someone’s voice behind her call a rather loud “Hey!”. She spun on her heels, a wiggly rodent clutched in her right hand--the last one.

“What?” she asked, as innocently as possible. She looked at the rat in her hand and quickly hid it behind her back. “What?” she repeated, grinning widely in what she hoped was a cute enough way to convince whoever had caught her to let her go free.

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slypinky:

Pinky isn’t excited about this situation at all. Despite how rebellious the girl is and how often she gets into trouble outside of class, her attendance record was perfect. No absences or tardiness at all. Being stuck here ruined that ( well, at least for one class ) and that - to put it nicely - irritates the girl beyond belief.

The other’s voice catches her attention and she looks down at her. While she knew the other wouldn’t actually have pushed her, it was still dangerous. And the fact that it seemed she didn’t really care about Pinky’s well-being irked her quite a bit.

“If you want to do that, make sure another person doesn’t have to get hurt because of your foolishness.” Pinky takes a few steps down and sits. A few moments of silence passes by before she clears her throat, glancing at the other over her shoulder. “What’s your name, anyway?”

Deedee had placed her hands behind her head and attempted to get comfortable before the girl spoke. She opened her eyes and looked over at her, shrugging and sighing softly at her first comment. Of course Deedee was being foolish. It was a talent of hers.

Deedee hummed and tapped her foot to a song she had stuck in her head. “I’m Deedee Yoon. 7th year Gryffindor and your worst nightmare.” She wiggled her fingers at the girl with a soft ‘wooo’ in an attempt to be ‘spooky’. 

Really, she had nothing better to do right now than annoy this girl. “What’s yours?”

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Deedee flung her clothes onto her bed, ripping through her trunk with growing frustration. She knew she put it back. There was no way she forgot to put it back. Was there?

She sighed in annoyance and let her body crumple to the floor, laying face first on the carpet around the furnace. She let out a very loud, very long, whine and kicked her feet in a very obvious temper tantrum. 

Most of her dorm mates had already abandoned her when she had started pulling the place apart. Only Eunji remained, looking like she was trying very hard to ignore Deedee. 

“Eeuuunjiii,” she whined into the carpet, looking up at the girl through her messy hair. “Are you sure you didn’t take my charms textbook?” Her brother was going to murder her. She had an assignment to finish before tomorrow, which she hadn’t started yet, and she had no idea where the text book was. She could go to the library and take one out but then she would have two! And knowing her she would lose that one too. She had lost every single one of her text books at least three times. “I need it! Can’t I borrow yours for like, an hour?”

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introduction

[Hello darlings!]

[Kevin here! For those of you who don’t know me yet, I play Julian Yoon, and this beautiful girl, Deedee Yoon. Yes they have the same last name. That is because  they’re half-siblings! Deedee is a sweet Gryffindor girl who will f you up if she feels like it. She is in her 7th year and wants to be an auror when she graduates. You can read her full background and personality here!]

[She is very loud, very bossy and very confident. She’s not a bad person by any means and she is pretty easy to get along with if you get past her rough exterior (and don’t mind dealing with her ridiculousness from time to time). She is a very big flirt and has no shame. She will straight up hit on teachers if she feels so inclined.]

[I love this loud angry child please be her friend she needs friends she’s wonderful really. She will also play pranks on people for her friends so that’s a perk.]

[Feel free to message me if you want to plot or just tag her in a starter, honestly.]